Ice Cream Date

6/17/2015

It was late, probably about three a.m. but I'd had a string of nightmares. All involving the people I've killed, their voices, faces, hands grabbing at me, hard to sleep after that. On nights like this, I take a tub of ice cream, my favorite syrup and go sit on the roof. Though this time, I stayed in the cafeteria, was really cold out there. This was a nightly ritual that no one knew about, because I never told them, and no one ever saw me. I just knew I'd get ribbed about fitting into my suit if I kept eating ice cream.

"So, this is where all the ice cream disappears to huh?" Said a familiar voice behind me, I knew I should have gone to my room.

"I replace it." I said, as Steve sat down in front of me and steals a scoop.

"I see. Can't sleep?" He grabbed my spoon and took some ice cream, I gave him a look, but he just grinned.

"Nah, I like being up at three a.m., it's fun." I rolled my eyes and stole the spoon back from him, mid bite.

"I've always liked the early mornings. No one's awake, it's quiet, peaceful." Steve shrugged and grabbed his own spoon from the drawer.

"I'm always awake this time, when I do my best and most evil work." I smiled and winked at him, he almost choked on his ice cream.

"What's that, sleeping with men, then killing them?" Steve asked, once he was done choking.

"That's sleeping with men and eating them." I said, this time he really did choke.

"Wouldn't that be funny…" I said, while he gagged.

"What?" He asked, his face beat red.

"If the big bad Captain America died choking on ice cream." I just smiled at him, he glared at me, but was more of a loving glare.

"How is that funny?" He asked, a tiny bit annoyed, but more amused.

"More like pathetic, then funny." I grinned, he rolled his eyes and flicked his ice cream at me.

"Hey!" I flicked a full spoon at him, which he blocked and laughed at.

"Don't start something you can't finish Rogers." I smiled and got up, I put my spoon in the sink and turned around to grab the ice cream.

Sometime between then and now, Steve had gotten up and was behind me.

"I always finish what I start… Natasha…" He smiled at me, mere inches from me.

I suddenly found it very hard to breathe, and my pulse was running a million miles an hour.

"…Right, good… to know." I said, as I tried to control my breathing and heart, and hoping I wasn't blushing.

He handed me the ice cream and reached around me, he placed his spoon in the sink and pulled back a bit, not once taking his eyes off of mine. If I thought it was hard to breathe before, now it was impossible.

He just smiled and backed away, before he left all together.

I placed the ice cream on the counter, and leaned against it. What the hell was that exactly? Was he just trying to get under my skin, or something else. I just shook my head, and put away the ice cream. It was late and I was tired, didn't have the energy to figure it out, whatever it was. I turned to go.

"Natasha…" Steve said, as he wrapped me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine.

First thing I felt was shock, confusion, then strangely passion. Wasn't sure if the passion was from him or me, but it was so strong.

He pulled back from me, his arms still around me. "Sorry…" He breathed, as he stared into my eyes.

"Don't be!" I grabbed his head and pulled him down, kissing him. He didn't need to be told twice, his grip on me tightened as he kissed me with such passion and desire. Who knew Captain America could feel such strong things, let alone for me.

I pulled back from him, and stepped back out of his arms. "Thanks for the ice cream, good night." I smiled and walked out, leaving a bewildered and confused Steve behind me.

But, if wants the Black Widow, he needs to work a bit harder then that.